I have become quite close to the ending of the story. It is close to eighty pages now. Yeah, writer’s block, I say, but I cannot leave something unfinished. It is fast, sloppy and needs more to it. I have oodles of time for that to kick in though. I mean, hey, I wrote “that story” back when I was thirteen and look at it now. It is around four hundred pages when it started out as only four.

My sleeping has mainly been at daytime. I seem to do best like that. I checked into the origins thing. It seems it is correct. When it would be six in the morning here, it would be seven in the evening there. Man, I love my way of thinking sometimes.

Tonight I decided to watch another movie again. I had watched an OVA set I got a while ago a few nights before. I found I like my nightly ritual of seeing a flick occasionally. I saw Gone in 60 Seconds this time around. As usual, Cage was great. I did not get a huge elation via the speed, but then again, you need to be in the car for that. Did not have much humour, but that is fine. I liked the Unicorn bit. Either way, good movie – would not buy it, but hey, we already have it so two birds with one stone.

I saw one of my girls the other night – Thursday I believe. Their absence was more along the lines of the Internet. Their parents did not pay the bill and so they had none. In addition, they have been sitting a house and cats. I do not know if they did their SATs… I forgot to ask. Either way, the question does not really matter. They are still going to busy. Happily, though, I sent the birthday picture. Simply put, they seemed to love it. Joy.

I talked with some people via chat room that is connected to a forum I drop by every now and then. Good times. We talked about jobs, hats, and the girls and how I have one puny body. I must laugh at that. I told them about the jobs I applied for and they got onto me about me calling the people and not them calling me. Yeah, yeah… but the thing is, I do not want the jobs.

I told them what I like doing. Stocking seems to be my call. Yeah, I am the blue shirt without the damnable tie. We laughed at the thought of me working in a steel yard and I told them about my bad back. That brought mention to the hutch incident. I could get into that on here, but I am either too lazy, or know that it is of little need. Likely, it is both.

Mr. Lee sent me a song today. It amused me. It was the song they have been playing for a Diet Coke commercial. We do not talk much, but I rather expect that. That is how my friendships always seem to end as.

I see myself being stone for people to lean against at times. Sad, sure, but it happens, and I am used to it. My friends… we no longer see each other, but when they really are desperate, lonely, whatever and have no one else… They always seem to contact me.

I used to see it as pathetic on my part, but after a while, I started to like it. I see it as meaning, they know I will be there; they just have to seek me out. If you have people who can depend on you like that, you must have done at least something right. Perhaps I am kidding myself though. If I am, I cannot tell.

I saw another friend from time to time. She was an old friend. We met in kindergarten even. We drifted at middle school. She has been reaching me via messenger. Oddly, I find it natural. There is not a feeling of discomfort at all. She came, we chatted, and I was just fine. Ah, growing up… in fact, from looking at my past on Thursday night… it has been five years more or less since my times of biogenic hell started. I really do feel mature – not old, but mature. It is nice.

Sigh.

Well, for other news, on Wednesday night my father, eldest brother and sister are all coming down to spend about a week down here with us. God help me. It will be hell trying to keep the house in decent shape then and vacuuming and dusting will be nonexistent since there will be many people in this tiny place.

Nevertheless, it will be good to see Dad again. I do not worry so much about my two siblings, but that is simply because they can get along when it comes to being alone. My dad on the other hand… Well, I worry for him. My sister can live alone. My brother can live alone… My dad being alone though… Sometimes I wonder if I should go back up north and sort of look after him. That will not happen, but I think that at times.

Sigh.

I guess that is all for this round.

~ The Vampire Sheep That is One with the Duck